Page 98 of Guarded By the Nightmare

I knew she felt ungainly at the best of times currently, so it pleased me to make things easy for her, accommodating her in whatever way I could. I swirled pieces of myself in between her legs, rubbing at her and pulling her open, while her breathing began to slow and I felt her start to relax against me.

When we’d first moved into this place we’d had fast sex in all sorts of interesting places, before her belly got in the way. But now, just because I couldn’t control time anymore didn’t mean I couldn’t take long.

I moved myself so that I could enter her and she moaned. I had learned which diameter she preferred, at which depth, and at what angle—some through conversation, but also through rigorous, mutually enjoyable experimentation.

“Promise this won’t change?” she asked, as I slowly filled her up.

“Which part?”

“All of it,” she said twisting her face toward mine again, with fresh tears in her eyes.

“My queen,” I said, pressing her to me and kissing them away again. “Things will change—but, like you, they will only become more beautiful. Would you like me to stop?”

She bit her lips and shook her head. “No. Keep going?”

“Of course.” One of her hands trailed down, but couldn’t make it properly past her belly. “I’ve got you,” I said, and rubbed her clit for her.

“Stop reading my mind,” she pretended to complain, then moaned. “Oh god, Sylas—rightthere,” she said, and started to pant.

“And faster, mmm?” She nodded and whined, breathing hard. “Come for me, my queen, and then we will continue,” I swore—but this time she shook her head more meaningfully and squirmed.

“All of you. All mine. Please?” she asked, and I stopped thrusting at once. We hadn’t done that since she’d had to switch to wearing the underwear with the very high waists, like the ones I’d shredded off of her.

“Are you sure?”

She pushed up off of me, nodding, and I let myself fade while she moved to kneeling on the couch, pulling off her dress and bra and tossing it to the side. “Yeah, baby—unless you don’t want to?”

“No.” I liked it. Quite a lot. “But I am going to hold most of you. I don’t want you getting jostled.”

Mina laughed. “Okay, but, I want you to fuck me till we give our baby brain damage—or, I see god. One of those two.”

“Preferably the latter,” I said, laughing back, winding myself around her carefully.

And part of our experimentation had been this—after Mina had told me I’d missed a promising career in porn, we’d set out to see how far things could go...for both of us.

I held her belly up, supporting it, and slid a portion of myself between her legs before thrusting up, back into the same soft heat that’d held me earlier. Mina groaned, and held her tits together. “These are going to be terrific for this now,” she said, giving a challenging grin to the space around her—and I extruded another cock to slid through the smooth space between them.

“You’re right,” I told her, stroking with both parts of me.

“Always. Remember that,” she said.

“How full do you want to be?”

“I’m not feeling my ass today, but my mouth—yeah.”

I kept thrusting, asynchronously now, just to catch her off guard, while I placed a thumb inside her lips. “What sharp teeth you have,” I teased, before letting her jaw go.

“All the better to eat you—” she began, before me replacing my thumb with another dick cut her off. Her eyes went wide, and she made a bit of a gagging sound, but she didn’t tap out, and I trusted her.

She knew what would make her feel good—and if that was me overwhelming her, I was keen to help.

I wrapped her hair back with the fingers of one clawed hand, and watched her being taken by me, in all sorts of obscene ways—her pussy tasted delicious, her tears had been sweet, her breasts were fantastic, and every time I stroked into her mouth she gave tiny grunts—while each sheathing thrust I took into her cunt made her moan.

Then—she held her breasts up with one arm running beneath them, and offered me an empty hand.

“You are too much,” I said with a growl, landing another cock inside of it, for her to hold and stroke.

Her eyes flashed up at me as if to say, “You love it,” and—I did.

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